(Just a heads up, this is mostly past journal entries)
Dakota's POV

I wake up early compared to Harry. Yes, I stayed over at Harry's house. I didn't want to be there when Blaine got back so Harry offered me a guest room and I stayed here. The weird thing is, I think he prepared it just for me. Like he wanted me to stay. The walls are painted dark red with quotes of famous writers decals. The wardrobe has some clothes for me and jackets in the closet. All in my size.

Harry was such a sweetheart yesterday, but I can't help, but think of what he told me before the date. I inspired him. That's amazing. Maybe I can write. I decided to do what he proposed. I'm finally going to read my entries.

28/3/13 Dear Diary,
People say live in the moment, but how can you live when you are dead to society? No one wants you here. No one wants you living. People hate you for who you are. I come with bruises and blood. No one wonders why or how I am, they just add to my pain. You can never please society. If you're skinny, you're anorexic. If you're thick, you're obese. If you're energetic, you're annoying. If you're calm, you're boring. If you're quiet, you're rude. If you're loud, you're crazy. Everyone is labeled. I'm the loner girl with so much to say just to stay quiet. We live in a world where social statuses rule. Where cliques make you feel welcome. I. Am. No. One. Why? If it were up to society, I wouldn't be writing this.
-Dakota

5/4/13 Dear Diary,
Mind the bloody fingerprints. Blaine punished me for not tidying his room. People can say they know what we go through when they don't. People don't. They will never know how every night I cry myself to sleep. How my ribs ache as I move from place to place. They want to understand us. I don’t want to be understood. I want to be alone. If I was alone no one would hurt me. No one would bother me. I’d be free.
-Dakota

23/5/13 Dear Diary,
I’ve tried to stop cutting. I promised myself. I just can't. I have to. It's the only way to release my stress. I won't do suicide. Not again. There's nothing for me. So why am I alive? I don't know. Maybe I think there's a chance there's someone out there. Maybe fate has a plan for me. Who knows.
-Dakota

1/7/13 Dear Diary,
Harry Styles. No matter how much you hate One Direction, you will know this name. He is that guy with the curls. The oh so luscious locks and lovely eyes. He read my journal. He knows. I can't believe him. I don't know what made him think he had the right to do this. I
him.
-Dakota

2/7/13 Dear Diary,
I finally have friends. People finally care about me. Zayn Malik and Harry Styles from One Direction care about me. It's a long story. There's two people that don't want to talk about my life and still care. It's weird. Is this what friendship feels like? It feels warm. Should I tell them about my bruises? They're scattered on my body due to my encounter with Blaine. I just wish I had a home. This place, is not my home. Sometimes I wish I could have a hug.
-Dakota

6/7/13 Dear Diary,
Beauty. What is it? If I'm correct, I am not it. I am not beautiful. Niall says I am. Then he says Harry likes me. He doesn't. No one does. He was just lying. Just like everyone. I can't believe I trusted them for a minute. I even went to Harry when I was crying. God, I was stupid. The very thought of me trusting someone is unbelievable. I knew I couldn't. I am not beautiful. In fact, it's insulting. Beautiful people are cruel and make fun of the ones who aren't like them. They get everything they want no matter what is in their way. I hate them. I hate everybody. All they do is create slashes along my arm.
-Dakota

9/7/13 Dear Diary,
Why?
Sometimes a question is enough to get you to think. Why is my life so f*cked up? Why can't things ever go my way? Why did my parents have to fight? Why did I have to raise myself? Why did everyone make fun of me? Why did they have to beat me? Why did they take my innocence? Why did I try to end it? Why'd they have to make it worse?
I finally got someone. Someone to be with me. Actually that's a lie. I have five someone's. It's just up to me to accept them.
-Dakota

10/7/13 Dear Diary,
They say dreams have a message behind them. That they can tell the future or reveal hidden thoughts or feelings. In some ways, it's true. Last night, I dreamt of Harry. That one day, we'd be together. I believed it would never happen. Then, in the real world, he kissed me. Me. Out of all the girls, he kisses me. If this means we'll be together, I don't want it to happen. In the end, he'll leave me for a prettier and more stable barbie who knows where they're going while I rot in the corner with tears. Why I agreed to the date is a mystery. The things that boy makes me feel.
-Dakota

Man, have I changed. From not wanting anyone and cutting on a weekly basis, I have five friends and went on my first date. Now that I think about it. I haven’t cut in about two weeks. That’s the longest I’ve gone without... And to think, all because I met Harry. Maybe he honestly wants to help me. It’s amazing how much he’s gotten through to me in such short time. I think I do like him...

I grip my pencil in my hand and start scribbling a new entry;

14/7/13 Dear Diary,
It’s amazing how much is different. Two weeks ago, I would cower away from the mere sight of a person trying to make contact with me. I would push them away and let my feelings out with my bloody tears. Now, I have friends, a boy that likes me, and nearly gone bruises. I would have never gotten to this point if I hadn’t met him. The boy that makes my heart beat, he keeps my sanity, he makes my life worth living. I can’t believe it, but I think I love him. He is my savior.
-Dakota

I use the rest of the point to draw our intertwined hands.

Notes

I've settled on a update schedule. I'll try to update on Tuesdays and Saturdays. Yay!